I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

She tried to fly upwards, she flapped her wings vigorously, a bright light flashed on the cliff, she was cut by a sharp sword, immediately lost the ability to control her wings, and fell from the air.

Blood splashed in the air, she wailed, a man poked his head out from the top of the cliff, her body stopped falling, and then was imprisoned by a force, it was a strange rope, and she was pulled back up the cliff.

The visitor laughed: "So it's the cub of Wind Eagle, I just need a book spirit to protect my book."

In a cave, a man wrote a book and used her blood to draw a picture. Qiuli felt pain all over her body, and her soul was drawn away...

Qiuli cried out in pain, then opened her eyes, already sweating profusely, she looked at the familiar mosquito net, and it took her a long time to recover.

Turning on the light, she took out the "Da Sheng Shan Hai Jing" from under the pillow, and turned straight to the fourth page, where there was an illustration of a giant black eagle soaring on top of the mountains.

She found the seal, but how to open it?

She stretched out her hand to look at her fingertips, she watched a lot of TV, maybe this method could be tried, she took out a needle, sterilized it with a lighter at high temperature, and then pierced her finger cruelly.

But at this moment, someone slammed the door forcefully, and then the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and a vague shadow appeared on the bedside.

Qiu Li was frightened out of her wits, blood dripped from her finger, and landed on Fengying's eyes in that painting.

A gust of wind swirled from Qiuli's fingertips, lifting a corner of the mosquito net.

The blurry shadow suddenly dissipated, and before Qiuli could take out her black knife, there was nothing in front of her eyes.

Still in shock, she looked at the book in her hand.

A consciousness sounded in my mind, "Who are you?"

The voice is immature, like a child of four or five years old.

Qiuli thought for a while, and she stammered and asked back: "Who are you?"

"I'm Fengying. I seem to have slept for a very, very long time. Can I come out?" The voice was a bit aggrieved.

Qiu Li did the math, if it had been sealed since the author wrote this book, it would have been almost a thousand years.

It was scary to think about being locked up in a book for such a long time.

"How should I let you out?" Qiuli asked.

"As long as you allow, I can come out." The voice said pitifully.

"Okay, I allow you to come out."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden strong wind in the room, and a black chick about one meter tall appeared in front of the bed, with blood-red eyes, staring at Qiuli.

This appearance is completely different from the voice in his consciousness, and it is somewhat fierce.

It spread its wings, stretched out one of its sharp claws, and rushed towards Qiuli.

Qiuli was terrified. Fortunately, when the vague figure appeared before, she was already prepared, and immediately held a black knife in front of her body, and at the same time said quickly: "Prison!"

Fengying suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground from mid-air, a consciousness sounded in Qiuli's mind: "I was wrong, I will never dare again."

After all, it is a monster, and it has been imprisoned for so long, and she hates humans in her heart. She can forgive it, but it will hurt herself!

Qiuli sneered, put away the black knife, walked down from the bed, reached out and touched Fengying's open wings, unexpectedly it was soft and comfortable.

Qiu Li paused, put away the smile on the corner of her mouth, and continued to keep a straight face, "If you recognize me as the master, I can make delicious food for you."

She took out a roast chicken from the "carry-on food box" and put it near Fengying's mouth.

Feng Ying has been sealed for too long, hungry for such a long time, and suddenly smells the aroma of food, how can this be unbearable.

Its blood-red eyes stared at the grilled chicken, and then at Qiuli. After a while, it seemed to have made up its mind, and its consciousness was passed to Qiuli: "If I regard you as the master, will there be delicious food every day?"

"That's natural." Qiuli shook the roast chicken in her hand.

"Okay, I, Fengying, am willing to recognize you as the master."

The second Qiuli realized it had reached her, there was an imprint in her mind. As long as she wanted to, she could know everything about it. When she looked at Fengying again, the feeling was completely different.

She looked at Fengying curiously, "It turns out that you can control the wind, and this is where your name comes from? Or, you can call it Xiaofeng."

"Then I will be called Xiaofeng. Master, can you let me go?" After all, Feng Ying was imprisoned at a young age, ignorant of the world, and simple-minded. Once he recognized his master, it was like a child finding Instead of relying on her, she became docile instead.

Qiuli let it go and threw the roast chicken to it. Feng Ying stretched out his sharp claws and grabbed the roast chicken, then lowered his head and began to bite.

Only then did Qiuli turn around and walk to the door. It was already late at night, and the watch showed it was 3:[-] in the morning.

She looked at the yard through the crack of the door. Except for the fallen leaves blown by the wind, there was nothing in the yard.

She looked at her fingers, she also possessed a part of Feng Ying's ability to control the wind, a wisp of wind swirled from her fingertips, blowing her long hair away.

This feeling was very strange. After playing for a while, she suddenly turned to look at Fengying.

How could an eagle of such a size be hidden from people's eyes and ears in a room, and she was worried that it would hurt people if it was released outdoors.

Go ahead and seal it, it's too pitiful.

Fengying ate the roast chicken so well that he ate all the bones. When he looked up, he was shocked to see Qiuli staring at it intently.

"Xiaofeng, where would you like to stay?" Qiuli asked it directly.

Feng Ying's consciousness came: "Stay in the room at night, and stay in the book during the day."

Qiuli was overjoyed that she would have a reliable bodyguard when she slept at night.

She took out a glass of water and put it on the ground, and built a nest on the ground with the quilt, Fengying jumped in, and conveyed the consciousness of joy to Qiuli.

After a while, Feng Ying walked back and forth in the room, looking curious about everything.

Qiuli stretched her waist, and gave the curious baby Fengying a general introduction to the facilities in the room. Fengying has been sealed for too long, not only did not grow, but her ability was regressing. The longer Qiuli has been in contact with it, the more she can empathize with it.

Its memory is still frozen at the stage of being captured, and it seems that it has not been released since then.Qiuli subconsciously felt a little more pity for it.

An hour later, Feng Ying returned to the book, Qiu Li finished washing and went out.

I'm going to cook more for breakfast this morning. Renyi has been notified that he will prepare meals for the laity who come to do Zen seven in the morning.

Qiuli made steamed buns and bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms, while Ren Yi and Ren Xin were in charge of cooking the porridge. Ren De still came early in the morning to take away the breakfast, and then disappeared with the whole person.

It made Renyi chatter non-stop.

Qiuli asked: "Should we go and see your master, after all, he was injured."

"Master won't let us go, only Rende can go alone." Renyi expressed distress.

Qiuli paused in her heart, this fake Zhiguang trusted Rende so much, it was clearly wrong, unless this person has the means to control others, for example: a puppet?
She doesn't like the members of the puppet union, and her relationship with the puppet union is already in dire straits.

When I return to the gourmet town this time, I will find a prop to cover up my breath and appearance no matter what.

It was time for breakfast, and apart from the original monks in the temple, the group of laymen also came over under the leadership of Master Li Chong.

Qiuli saw Zhaodi and Chen Liang walking in the middle of the team, Qiuli counted, and there were 36 people in the group except Master Li Chong.

Everyone has the same expression. When they wake up in the morning, they all look tired. The ages of the monks vary greatly. There are old people and young people, and young people account for the majority.

Chen Liang looked the worst, with deep dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were dull, his hands were clenched tightly, and his whole body was full of tension.